“I had just put the casket in the hearse and I was watching it drive away when a beautiful blonde woman comes up and embraces me…I said to her, ‘You have a drink on you? You have a car?’ She said ‘Daddy, it’s me—Tatum!’ I was just trying to be funny with a strange Swedish woman, and it’s my daughter. It’s so sick.”

Daughter Tatum, on the other hand, took the encounter in stride.

“That’s our relationship in a nutshell,” she told the magazine. “You make of it what you will. It had been a few years since we’d seen each other and he was always a ladies’ man, a bon vivant.”